Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After filling my of whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on this B
Cause we shit like the Dingleberry's on four cheetahs
Flow colder than Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang inside the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I hit that up
Drive by puppy signs plastered on the truck
see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave and the
Try to take the van and the whole to Canada
Fuck the block news and the venues, they can't us
can't stand us including fruits that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux see me and my managers
But thank me when they ask where the Five is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I ain't still (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's again so there's still hope
Oh fuck, I there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's hair
Y'all barely breaking like Taco's in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, yeah this grin's
Watch a nigga smile like child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga Green Mile, it's
Red Bull in cup so a nigga may seem wild but
That's just all the sherm I was a little while ago
let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that with a sick style
And freckled bitches with giant peaches that's vile
never did catch that rhino

Squadron full of some souls
of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his wishes for college
And coppers a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty in a Bronco
Hopped right off the and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his throbbing
Hand in the by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my hostile
Cautious of crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
Bitches stupid as the group is
Only slightly, write to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Chris
Slid into a booth and hid the luggage from his trips
See, Lionel with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second now
Small fry got 'em salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as barfing
a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and cloth
And off, believe it's Golf Wang, nigga